Page 60 of Chasing Sunrise

“What are you doing for your next shoot?” his dad asked.

“Hiking and climbing part of the Alps.”

Dad shook his head. “Climbing again?”

“Yeah. Those shows have been highly-viewed episodes.”

“All your episodes are highly viewed.”

Kasey laughed. “Spoken like a dad.”

“Guilty. I wish you didn’t feel the need to do such extreme challenges.” His dad stopped working and looked at Kasey. “You’ve always been a daredevil, but even you must admit some of your shows are overly dangerous.”

“I never take undo risks.”

“I’m not certain about that. I’m thankful Beau put safety clauses in your contract because you and Harper would’ve gotten you killed by now without them.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

Dad grunted. “How much longer are you going to do the show?”

“I’m not sure.” He spun away from his dad to get a tool.

“Once you find something or someone more important, you’ll stop, or at least stop doing such high-risk feats.”

His dad’s words struck like a jab into Kasey’s gut.Once you find something or someone more important, you’ll stop.They mirrored Mr. Marshall’s words from last night.I traded wrestling for something more important.

Kasey wasn’t sure there’d ever be anything more important to him than doing the show. Whether it was because of his ADHD or something else, he’d felt unsettled most of his life. Playing sports, camping, and fishing had been his way to combat the feeling. After the holdup, though, the feeling got worse. Yet, on the first day of shooting Hunter Kase, his mind focused and calmed. Like he’d found his place in the world. Sure, not all the stunts he did were fun, some dangerous, others tedious to the extreme. Still, they kept his mind and body occupied. And filming the show filled him with purpose.

The image of Amanda at the lake popped into his head. When he was around her, he felt peaceful. Something about her relaxed him and slowed his racing mind.

He’d also never experienced such a strong connection to a woman. It wasn’t only the incredibly hot kiss they shared. Since the night of Quinn’s party, he’d felt comfortable around Amanda. Hell, she was the first person he’d confided in about his fiasco with Harper.

But last night when Amanda asked him to leave, she’d been serious and resigned to ending things before they even began. He couldn’t give up Hunter Kase and the traveling to test out a relationship with her. That was nuts.

He’d respect her wishes and let her go. Easier said than done—he already missed her understanding blue eyes, her playfulness, and her delectable cake-like scent.

His phone buzzed again.

Frustrated, he turned around and picked it up. The calls were from the same number. He opened his voicemail and listened to the first message. “Please give me a call. I need your help. It involves Amanda Crane. She—”

Silence. The connection must have been cut off.

Concerned, he didn’t bother to listen to the other voicemails and hitcall.

“Hello,” a man answered. “Kasey?”

“Who’s this?”

“Barry Crane. Amanda’s ex.”

What the hell? How did the guy get his number?

“I’m in Haiti, and I’m not sure how long I’ll have cell service. Amanda’s drunk at Tango Charlie’s Bar in Houston.”

“Amanda doesn’t drink.”

“Evidently, she decided to take it up today.” The phone crackled.

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